“Princess, Can I Ask You Something?” He Speaks, Breaking The Silence Of The Long, Uneventful Car

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Imagine you and scaramouche have a language barrier and only talk through translations and one day he started learning english so he can express his feelings to you

"I r-rye— I ryek yu— " but he's having a hard time pronouncing it.

"Aghhh kuso! suki da! daisuki da yo!" (Aghhh damnit! i like you! i really like you!)

He's just screaming in japanese while you're waiting there for him to sizzle down so you can say you like him too.

(was meant as modern!au)

hq boys when you fall asleep during a video call

— includes almost all of them ??

gn! reader  | genre: fluff + LDR prompt

he'll take a screenshot and make it his homescreen. you may be drooling in that photo, the angle might be unflattering, but he does not care. it may not be obvious but his heart is very much doing laps— no matter how you look. the fact that you were comfy enough to fall asleep near his presence, even if it's on-screen, was something he wants to remember and cherish.

yamaguchi, makki, SUNA, yaku, TANAKA, aran, lev

becomes unfiltered. he either says dumb little secrets or happenings about his life or on the occasion he's feeling sweet, he'll give be a cheesy love bomb. “pst pst.” no response. “i love you,” he says in a slightly sing-song, soft, and mellow voice. “my darling, my baby, the prettiest, lovely—” just teasingly telling the truth, partially to test you, but mainly to affirm what he can't say face to face yet. if you don't wake up from it, it's not exactly a loss.

OIKAWA, atsumu, MATTSUN, futakuchi, suga, konoha, tsukki

falls asleep too. one may never know who got knocked out first (there wasn't a recording) but he's going to be the first one to wake up a few hours later— may it be at the start of dawn or a time when it's still dark out. for the rest of the time he's awake, waiting, he'll try to keep his mind off you to get things done. yet, there's an excitement in seeing you wake up, only to realize, he's still there keeping you company.

kenma, nishinoya, TENDO, OSAMU, bokuto, shirabu, semi

immediately notices and wakes you up. he gets paranoid that your gadget may explode, especially since it's unattended near you. there's only so much he can do given the distance. however, technology exists— he'll order something you like, and when the door rings, hopefully, you wake up. it's somehow a two for one. “you're really looking out for me, huh?” you say, yawning, rubbing off the sleep from your eyes, facing his relieved face to get the door.

asahi, kita, DAICHI, aone, GOSHIKI, kageyama, ushijima

it took him a while to realize you were drowsing off. he was very focused on what he was doing, considering that there was probably a valid reason you both stayed up together. when he finally took notice of your motionless figure, he has a bit of a dilemma if he should wake you up or let you be. yet, after seeing how calm you looked, shifting and giving a proper view of your face, he just stares— almost as if in a trance, a drunken love gaze, deep in thought as his mind wanders. "soon," he mumbles, smiling to himself as he hopes for the day he can see that sight in person.

KUROO, iwaizumi, akaashi, HINATA, sakusa, hirugami

a/n: hq and ldr prompts is a fave pairing in this acc 🤌 (not proofread)

reblogs are very much appreciated :’D thank you for reading !!

I'm bursting because tHIS IS AMAZING-

Don’t worry, there are NO spoilers ahead! These are just the tribe designs I’ve given for each SEA countryhuman inspired by the movie.

Edit: also didn’t mean to put the extra E in “Timor-Leste” idk what happened 😆😭 hope u don’t mind that- I worked really hard on the designs themselves. 🤭💃

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Additional Info if you’re confused (if you haven’t watched the movie yet, don’t worry I won’t give any major spoilers):

Kumandra is the name of the land where the movie “Raya and the Last Dragon” takes place, hence the name of the AU. It’s separated into different tribes/regions as you can see here.

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I planned out where each of the SEA countries would fit into what tribe to make things easier (mostly based on their personalities and locations). I know that all of these tribes have combined all the aspects and cultures of the South East Asian countries all together, and no specific country is referenced in each tribe. I did this just for fun!

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I had so much fun drawing these because the movie gave me so much inspiration and motivation. Hope you guys are looking forward to it hehfjd-

Don’t put any spoilers in the comments for those who haven’t watched it yet!💃

#countryhumans #countryhumanssingapore #countryhumansmalaysia #countryhumansindonesia #countryhumansphilippines #countryhumansmaphilindo #countryhumansthailand #countryhumanscambodia #countryhumanstimorleste #countryhumansasean #countryhumansmyanmar #countryhumanslaos #countryhumansvietnam #countryhumansbrunei

#asean

#CHkumandraau

— cosmic love.

ft: shinso x reader

genre; fluff <3

wc: 1,3k

shinsou was mesmerized.

looking at you made him feel stupid in so many ways he couldn't even think straight; just watching the artwork in front of him as all thoughts empty from his mind.

he was obsessed with the little things. those things about you that no one else would notice, but he did. and he loves to observe your little habits, your peculiarities, the things that make you so goddamn unique and special; the way you look at your nails when you’re bored, the way you frown when you don’t understand a subject or when you run your hand over your face in frustration when you finally give up on understanding. the details of your hand, your arms that he wanted so much to have around him, the curve of your neck that he wanted so badly to put his face and lose himself in your scent for hours.. how incredible. how charming. how purely you.

you look up, wrinkling your nose “why are you looking?”

he is speechless. this isn’t the first time you’ve caught him staring at you like you’re the only person in the world— but well, in his world, you are. but it always leaves him speechless because he can't tell what he’s really thinking.

he really wanted to say how much he wanted you, how much he wanted to hold you in his arms. how much he wanted to know every part of your body and adore you the way you are, get lost in the thousands of universes that are in you. how he wanted to be the reason for your laugh, the reason for the sparkle in your eyes. how he wanted to be your reason. how he wanted to be yours.

he opens his mouth “you’re such a nerd”

you laugh, shaking your head you lower it to the paper in front of you.

“classy,” you say teasingly as you opens another book. “am i a nerd because i want a good future?”

“no. you're a nerd for calling me into a library on a saturday afternoon to help you with a homework due in two weeks…”

you laugh, rolling your eyes.

“let’s finish this soon, please”

he didn’t want to finish it soon. he wanted to stay here with you in a silent old library, as if no one had come here in a long time to hear its story and appeal. he wants to stay with you until the end of eternity and beg the universe to give you even more time.

he sighs as he tries to ignore his thoughts. he smiles lightly and calmly, a gesture totally opposite of his heart which is beating so fast in his chest that he gets dizzy. he pulls up a chair and sits next to you; so close that you feel his perfume invade your pores and thoughts, making you feel strangely safe, at home.

he starts to explain to you about the lesson and, consequently, you get a little closer to him. you hear him stutter a little, which causes you to look at him with furrowed brows, you’re genuinely confused when he starts scratching his neck and looking away from you.

“something wrong?” you ask.

“ah?… oh no no, just… i just got lost in the matter” he looks at you — more precisely at your lips — and then fakes a cough, turning his gaze to the task in front of him.

not at all convinced, you nod your head and he continues explaining to you; a few minutes passed, but what honestly felt like hours. he rests his elbow on one of the open books in front of him and rests his face in his hand, watching you finish the task he explained to you calmly, as if he has all the time in the world with you.

he likes astrology; the sky, the moon, the universe… but honestly he often asks himself, why astronomy if the only celestial body he wants to study is you? the only universe he discovers and appreciates is your universe; the one you never showed to anyone.

he gently tucks a lock of your hair behind your ear as he watches you intently, and you’re so focused and determined on finishing your task as soon as you barely notice his kindness.

god, he thinks, people say the most beautiful cause in the universe are galaxies, that’s because they don’t know you

he sounds cliche now, and he knows it, but he can’t help it. you flower in him something he has never seen or heard of; something that has never been portrayed in romance novels or movies. you awaken in him a light so divine and unique that it illuminates everything around him, which makes him enchant and fall in love with everything even more, especially with you.

and again, he doesn’t realize he’s staring until you snap your fingers in front of his face. he shakes his head a little and blinks repeatedly, trying to regain his posture. he feels his cheeks burning as you smile shyly, as if his gaze this time was even deeper and more.. unique.

“are you really okay?” it’s a stupid question, you know, but the real words your heart tells you to say turn to ashes in your mouth. you can’t, so you just let the universe take control.

“no... i don’t think so...” he says sincerely, looking down at the floor and closing his eyes for a few seconds before opening them again and facing you once more.

“one time.. a while ago… i told the moon how in love i am with the stars, she felt sorry for me 'cause she knew i could never touch them, so she sent me you”

you freeze for a few seconds before a wave of love and excitement fills you completely, drowning you. you smile so brightly, so hugely it makes him smile back. he lowers his head and scratches the back of his neck again.

“shinso..” you say, breaking the silence between you, “if i told the universe how much i love you, he would be ashamed to be so small”

shinso widens his eyes a little and stutters, as if he couldn’t believe what you said. on what is happening now. a mixture of love and fear takes over his heart as butterflies dance fervently in his stomach. he doesn’t know what to do, he doesn’t know what to answer, it’s like his mind is paralyzed, still trying to understand and overcome your words. but, in a gesture of euphoria, you approach him; and, in a moment of courage, he places his hand on your cheek and strokes it with his thumb before sliding down to the back of your neck, holding you tenderly before pulling you to him.

and it is then that your lips touch.

and in that moment, nothing else matters. it’s like the world disappears around you and the two of you are floating in the galaxy, holding on to each other so you don’t fall, holding on to each other with all the love and passion that the moon and the sun have for each other.

slowly, the two of you come back to reality; the smell of old books all around you, the weak sunlights illuminating the other part of the table, the silence of the library.. it all comes back in a wave of tranquility and peace the two of you have never felt before.

you smile against him and he leaves one last soft peck on your lips, as if he can’t get enough of you. you then finally pull away, but he holds your hand. he looks at your joined hands as you look at him and follow his gaze with yours; he smiles as he slides his thumb along the back of your hand.

“if you agree to date me, i’ll get the saturn rings for you.” he says softly, in a playful tone but you know he means it. he looks at you and smiles sideways, and you just smile back at him; a more than enough answer. he takes your hand to his lips and leaves a light kiss, as if to say yes, he will fulfill his promise.

𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐎 | 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎.

it’s quiet in the car, and suna drives tensely, side eyeing you as you sit with your arms crossed. it’s evident you don’t want to be in the car with him, but even like this, he’s glad he gets to spend a little extra time with you alone.

“so…” he starts, and immediately, you cut him off, shutting him down firmly.

“no.”

suna purses his lips and sighs, eyes on the road as he continues to drive to your home, and you sit there fuming. you’ve been tricked. fooled. taken advantage of by your own friend as she goes home with some guy she meets. if she can’t drive you home from the party, it just has to be suna, and you wonder why the world is punishing you so cruelly this way.

“you know, i’m a pretty cool guy,” suna insists, turning to you with a raised brow when the car stops at a red light. “you should consider being a little nicer—”

“you’re lame and annoying,” you counter, and he scowls, scoffing that you have it in you to be so bold with him in his car as he drives you home.

“am not,” he bickers back. and the light is green now, but neither of you notice as you stare each other down.

you hate suna rintaro. you hate him so fiercely, you don’t think you’ll ever feel this passionately about anything else in your life. suna annoys you in every way possible. he acts like he doesn’t care, he slacks off in everything he does, he always rolls his eyes like he knows better, and he even stands around like he owns the place. and you hate him.

you also hate that he stood you up on a date he asked you on himself, but that’s besides the point.

“are too,” you huff childishly.

“look, if this is about that date a few months ago, i told you i mixed up the dates and—”

“it’s about how little you care about things,” you interrupt, and there’s a slight quiver in your voice as you speak. it makes suna’s heart drop, and he feels his stomach twist painfully.

suna rintaro has been in love with you since grade school. he thinks it’s a miracle you ever said yes to him in the first place, and if there’s one thing in his life, one thing at all that he’d do differently, it’s not mixing up the day of your date. he thinks maybe by now you could’ve been a happy little couple with stupidly annoying instagram pictures and obnoxiously ridiculous voicemails and whatever else couples do together. but suna always messes things up, and he wishes he wasn’t always doing things wrong no matter how hard he tries.

his face drops, and he reaches out, opening his mouth to speak.

“look—”

and before he can continue, there’s a loud honking sound behind you that makes you both flinch, someone beeping their horn for him to go on the green light he’s been sitting on for the last two minutes.

suna curses under his breath, pressing the gas pedal and driving off, frowning when you angle your body away from him to face the window.

“you will never change,” you mutter, “i realized that a long time ago.” and it’s cruel really, you’ve spent all this time convincing yourself you’re over suna, but all that’s led you to is falling for him even deeper—and maybe that makes the hatred fester up even more.

“hey, that’s not fair,” he grumbles. “i’m a responsible adult, it was one slip up.”

“did you make your bed this morning?”

“okay, that’s not relevant to adulthood—”

“is your sink empty of dirty dishes?”

“i didn’t get a chance yet to wash—”

“when was the last time you checked your mailbox?”

“who even reads mail these days—”

“face it suna,” you scoff. “you’re hopeless.” and suddenly, the car pulls over, and you turn to him with furrowed brows as he parks the car and faces you, determination settling in his eyes as he throws a glare at your direction.

“well, why are you still so upset over a missed date if you’re not obsessed with me?” he challenges, making you stare at him in disbelief as your mouth hangs open. and now you’re furious—how dare he insinuate something so ridiculous (even though it’s technically kind of true), and how dare he belittle your feelings (even though he technically didn’t, but his tone certainly seemed like it).

“what?” you hiss, and he crosses his arms, raising a brow.

“you heard me,” he snaps back, and you should honestly strangle him—and in all realness, if you killed him right here in the middle of the street and left, no one would know it was you, but he smirks, and you lose your sanity just a little more at his hand. “you’re so obsessed with me,” he grins.

“no i am not,” you flare your nostrils, and he snickers, poking your cheek with a cocky smile on his face. you hate how attractive it is.

“i’m obsessed with you too,” he shrugs, as though it’s completely normal. “i’m not quitting until you finally agree on a redo of our date,” he adds, and you scoff.

“no.”

“too bad. not moving this car until you do,” he shrugs.

“suna rintaro,” you say firmly, and he has the audacity to recline his seat back and throw his arms behind his head as he lays down.

“that’s my name,” he says casually.

and this is precisely why you can’t stand him. he never takes anything seriously, and he never puts in an effort to try, and he never cares. you don’t think he ever will.

“i want to go home—”

“you could,” he starts, “if you agree on a redo date.”

“no,” you huff.

“now you’re just being stubborn,” he scoffs, pouting lightly. you resist the urge to poke his bottom lip with your finger. “what’s the worst that could happen?”

“you stand me up again,” you deadpan, and suna rolls his eyes.

“i’m sorry, okay? it really was an accident, and i didn’t mean it. i really did get the dates confused,” he argues, and there’s a small part of you that tells yourself maybe you’re overreacting. people make mistakes, and you’re certainly not perfect, but this is suna rintaro.

he’s got his little set of fans, he’s got his promising career, and he’s got no reason to be interested in you. you shouldn’t think this way, but maybe he forgot because you really are just that forgettable.

“you wouldn’t have forgotten if you actually cared,” you pout, and he clicks his teeth, reaching over and grabbing your face, pulling your closer. you can feel his breath fan over your lips as he speaks, smelling the minty scent of his gum.

“if i didn’t care, why would i be pining over someone as stubborn as you,” he grunts. “you are really something else,” he mutters, and you give him a dirty look, features scrunching into an offended expression.

“this is not my fault—”

“well, if you’d just listened for a moment—”

“i don’t owe you to listen—”

“you are so difficult—”

“don’t talk to me—” and you’re cut off by a kiss, and you’d be stunned by the nerve of the man sitting before you if you weren’t so distracted by the heat of his lips and the way his thumb makes your skin light up as he rubs your cheek softly. you should pull away, but you only mold your lips against his and lean in closer, deepening the kiss like your life depends on it.

“knew you were obsessed with me,” he snickers as you both pull away, pouting when you shove at his shoulder harshly.

“you can’t just kiss people out of nowhere, asshole,” you hiss, lips slightly swollen and cheeks feeling hot as you look away. he smirks, pinching your cheek, and you smack his hand away.

“well, we’re both here right now,” he shrugs, “and we already kissed, so we might as well redo the date now.” you try to ignore the way your heart leaps in your chest at the idea.

“fine,” you cave. “but if it sucks, you gotta quit bothering me,” you warn, and a large, giddy little grin spreads across his face, and you almost wish he’d kiss you again as you drink in the sight.

“oh, trust me,” he winks, “it definitely won’t suck.”

i just decided to join in lol here's me

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i wanted to start a lil pic crew tag! here’s da link

i’m gonna tag!!! @j0succ + @plums-princess + @bizarrenina + @moonbeamwritings + @jostepherjoestar but anyone else can join!

[9:41 A.M.]

it’s the pounding headache you have in addition to the chirping birds outside your hotel room’s window that wake you up. you groan at the feeling, bringing a hand over your forehead, int attempt to soothe the pain by rubbing at the spot just behind your eyebrow.

how much did i have to drink last night?

when your massage doesn’t work, your throw your hand off to the side, expecting the soft, plush comforter to be what your hand hits but on impact, it’s a hard surface; a little squishy, but mostly hard.

with furrowed brows and squinted eyes, you turn your head and just about yelp at the sight beside you.

miya atsumu snores peacefully, rolled over facing you, curled up into a pillow as he sleeps soundly. your sound doesn’t make him budge one bit and neither does the nudge you give his shoulder.

you blink a few times, in attempt to wake yourself up further, as if this could’ve just been some figment of your imagination - or by the doing of your pounding head.

after a few seconds, you realize that miya atsumu is indeed in your bed and you have no clue how or why.

“atsumu, what the hell are you doing in my bed!?” you chant the question like your life depends on it as you pull and shake his arm. your sleepiness has worn off completely at this point and all you’re left with is a pounding headache and feelings of horror.

“shhh,” atsumu shushes, half asleep, “let m’sleep.”

“not going to happen! get out of my bed!”

“last i checked, iss’ my bed,” he slurs sleepily, never moving a muscle, except to curl further into the plush pillow under him.

you blink at him, looking around your surroundings and to your surprise , he’s right. this isn’t your bed. hell, this isn’t even your room!

it’s an honest mistake since nearly every hotel room looks just about the same in this building but still! what are you doing in the same room as this man!

from what you last recall, you attended the formal banquet with the team you managed, the msby black jackals, for their usual sponsorship and endorsement scouting in addition to the several interviews some highly classified paparazzi you oversaw and organized.

you remember bokuto having a fit about his suit and tie not fitting right, hinata wondering if other players were also attending, sakusa avoiding every surface like the plague, and atsumu pouting and trudging around like a bored child at a wedding.

you remember eating the hors d'oeuvres - only because they were those spinach puffs you could never get enough of - and sending off to ur team in different directions to chat up with businesses.

the last thing that seems somewhat fuzzy to you is someone offering you a drink? making a joke? complimenting you?

you can’t remember.

“you’re going to tell me what the hell happened last night after the banquet or so help me god, i’ll beat it out of you-“

“always the charmer,” he mutters into the pillow. “‘s this what ‘m s’pposed to expect for the rest of my life?”

you scrunch your eyebrows together at his question.

“what’s that supposed to-” your voice falls in your throat when you smack his shoulder again, only to see what’s adorning one of your fingers; the finger between your middle and pinky, to be specific.

there, twinkling in the light coming from the hotel room’s window, is a beautiful band studded with an equally beautiful rock of a diamond probably worth more than your income. your lips part at the sight and a gasp escapes your lips as you take a closer look.

“atsumu,” you mumble and it’s the seriousness in your tone that finally gets him to wake up.

atsumu’s eyes peel open and at the sight of you staring hard at your hand, he gradually moves to sit up against the headboard. “yeah?”

when you don’t answer, he rolls his eyes. “don’t tell me I got’ya the wrong size. i asked ‘ya like a million times what size ring y’were.”

“what?!” the loudness of your voice makes atsumu wince and he reaches to rub his temples wit his forefingers.

“jeez, what is it?”

“what happened last night.” it’s a question but your tone makes it sound like a statement as you glare at the man beside you.

atsumu gives you a long look, almost in shock that you don’t know. “jesus, how much did you drink last night? y’seriously don’t remember? i get that we were drunk but-”

“atsumu.”

atsumu sighs, now fully aware you have no recollection of the last twelve hours.

“we got married.”

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includes : bakugou, shoto, dabi, kirishima

a/n : reblogs are really appreciated !! technically my first bnha post mh how will this go :O

♡ BAKUGOU's red eyes slant in your direction, an obvious frown adorning his features. ”what?,” you hiss at him, tearing your eyes away from your book to look at your boyfriend, who’s made himself comfortable on the chair across you. bakugou turns away grumbling for the nth time, hands behind his head. “enough reading, dumbass,” he says, eyebrows furrowed and lips curved downwards, his frown turning into an angry pout. “if you want my attention, just say so,” you laugh, adamant to not let this chance go to waste. “whatever,”’ he mutters, nevertheless getting up from his place to come sit next to you, patting his thighs to tell you to come closer. “clingy, aren’t you?,” you tease, ignoring bakugou’s dismissive “shut up,” as you climb into his lap. and even if he refuses to admit it, you can feel his smile against your skin as he buries his face into your neck.

♡ DABI chucks a paper ball at your head, groaning in disappointment when you dodge, scowling at him. “can you not?” you hiss, gesturing at the textbooks in front of you, “ i’ve got assignments to do." dabi disregards your words, getting up from the chair he's sitting on. “ don't care,” he says (infuriatingly, might i add), streching his arms before he decides to get closer to you. “assignments are stupid,” he murmurs, hands in his pockets as he brings his face to yours, noses touching. “you could've gotten a kiss if you'd pay more attention to me instead of those shitty things," dabi states, eyes flicking down to your lips, “too bad, huh?” “shut up,” you scold, grabbing his shirt to pull him closer. “if you want a kiss that bad, you just have to ask, y’know,” you retort, pressing your lips against his while shaking your head. “yeah right,” dabi mutters, but even if his tone is irritable you can feel his hand snake around your waist to pull you closer.

♡ TODOROKI tilts his head, standing outside your room to contemplate. he stays there for a minute or two before he walks up to you, his usually blank face showing a hint of discomfort. "i miss you," he says, crossing his arms across his chest as you snort, keeping your phone aside. "i'm right here, sho," you reason, amused at the man's confused expression as he signals you to scoot over and make space for him on the bed. "yeah," he agrees with you, one hand on his side as the other finds its way around your waist, now seeming to be content. you smile at him, snuggling into his warmth and burying your head in his neck. "this good?" you ask, grinning to yourself at your boyfriend's cuteness. "now, it's okay," he assures you―just being in your presence is enough for shoto.

♡ KIRISHIMA plops face-down on the bed beside you, the frame creaking slightly under his weight as he props himself up on his elbows. “babe,” he pokes your side gently, frowning when you don’t reply. “baby,” he repeats, louder this time, still not catching your attention. “mh?,” you nod at him, eyes never leaving the book in your hands, “what is it, eiji?” kirishima wonders if he should just leave you alone for a second— nevertheless deciding against it. he places his warm hands on your cheeks, squishing them while turning your head towards him. ”can we spend some time together, please?,” he asks, slight pout forming on his lips as he awaits your response. you can’t help but smile at his adorable expression, muttering a “yes“ as you feel his lips touch your forehead happily. and when you get to see his grin as he tucks you into his side, you know leaving work for a bit is worth it.

𝗛𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗦𝗖𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗟 𝗖𝗥𝗨𝗦𝗛!!!!!

↳ what it'd be like if the hq boys had a crush on you!

characters: kageyama tobio, semi eita, toru oikawa, miya osamu, kuroo tetsuro, akaashi keij, suna rintaro

warnings: fluff!! swearing here and there :) slight rivals to lovers in suna!

a/n: I WAS ABOUT TO NOT INCLUDE SUNA BUT MY WHORE INSTINCTS TOOK OVER THIS IS SO SHAMEFUL. thinkin about making a pt 2 with other characters but omg this took forever. hate to toot my own horn, but i kinda went off... (kags might be a bit ooc,,, but i think that's on me, not him </3)

poor, precious kageyama tobio who is so clueless in matters of love and how to 'woo' someone (that's the word his mother used when he asked), that he resorted to ask the members of the volleyball club.

the only useful advice kageyama tobio got was from sugawara, asahi and daichi, who told him to 'just be himself', because even though he's 'prickly on the edges', he's naturally a kind and reassuring person.

kageyama tobio who tries his best to spend as much time as possible with you, whether it be asking to tag along with you everywhere- to the school office, to the vending machines, to your locker, etc. it's the little moments that really count to him.

kageyama tobio who gets flustered whenever hinata, tanaka or nishinoya teases him about his little crush on you before telling them to 'shut up, idiot!' when they jokingly say 'man up and grow some balls!'

when you offer to study with him during exam season, kageyama tobio turns into a blushing mess, stammering over his words as he tries his best to get out a 'yes please, i would appreciate that a lot!'.

kageyama tobio, who you're still scared of a little sometimes because he's got that towering height to him and a stern appearance, but you're reminded of just how dorky and awkward he really is and it brings a smile to your face.

kageyama tobio, who's gone to the vending machine so many times with you that he knows your favourite drinks and snacks, listening to you muttering about which option you'd want. he buys it for you sometimes and he insists that he doesn't need repayment as he waves your complaints off by sipping on his carton of milk.

kageyama tobio knows your birthday and always makes an effort to bring it up whenever it's the week before to let you know that he remembers.

he saves any photos you have together because even kageyama tobio doesn't really enjoy looking at pictures of himself, it's worth saving it as his phone home screen because you're in it- and he won't change the home screen for months- years even.

kageyama tobio who is actually really funny and has a good sense of humour that he effortlessly makes you laugh.

you offer your headphones to kageyama tobio when he asks you what you're listening to, and he's so silent as well that you think he might secretly dislike your music taste until the next time he approaches you and asks to share earphones.

kageyama tobio, who doesn't realise you're at one of his games until you're running down from the stands and congratulating him, bringing him into a huge hug that makes him short circuit. 'this is nice' he thinks as he finally gets the hint from hinata to hug you back, the affectionate gesture of you making the effort to come and actually watch him play makes him feel warm, and he prays you can't feel how fast his heart is beating.

kageyama tobio, who ALMOST confessed to you on total accident, because he actually sent you a love song (that you've listened to many times before) and told you it reminds him of you.

you jokingly ask kageyama tobio whether if not he likes you or something, followed by an emoji so he knows you're kidding (because he's actually quite clueless about your sarcasm through text and needs indicators), and he almost falls off his bed.

kageyama tobio ACTUALLY confessing after one of his volleyball games, when he's still high on adrenaline and excitement over the victory that he can't help but tell you.

kageyama tobio who hears the cheers of his friends when you accept his date offer and doesn't even have the heart to tell the volleyball club members to 'shut the fuck up!' when you reach up to his cheek to place a kiss there.

semi eita, who's the sweetest boy you could possibly have a crush on, and if he liked you back? you've struck gold.

semi eita, who leans his ear down to hear you if the room is too loud, and if that doesn't work, he tells everyone else around him to 'shut up' so he can listen to you successfully.

semi eita, who huffs in amusement when you draw on his skin and you stop, thinking he doesn't like it, but he compliments the little smiley face you've drawn and you beam at him, your smile making him internally panic just a little. he draws a matching smiley face on your hand.

his features make his gaze look naturally intense and determined and he's aware of how this might scare some people, but with you, semi eita tries to look as gentle as possible, because he doesn't want to scare you off.

semi eita who shares his food with you, but rejects anyone else who tries to take some as well.

semi eita, who doesn't realise that he's doing this, but mentally makes a note of things that remind him of you. that bouquet outside the florist he just walked past? the colour scheme reminded him of you. the specific scent of a candle? he thinks you'd like it. an outfit he saw someone wear? he can hear you gush about it.

he's an incredible listener, but semi eita always has something to add to the conversation and it's easy to keep talking with him.

when he got your number, semi eita unconsciously added a heart emoji next to it before deleting it and mentally scolding himself.

semi eita, who freaked out when you laid your head on his shoulder on purpose since you were so tired, but as you went to sit back straight, semi smiled and told you you could take a nap on him if you wanted. now it was your turn to freak out as you mentally remembered his offer.

semi eita, who was relentlessly teased by tendou when you actually fell asleep on his shoulder next time.

after that, semi eita isn't as shy about physical contact- granted, he still asks for permission, but he'll take your hand in his without realising. first time he did so, you were incredibly flustered and when he notices that he's holding your hand, he also becomes incredibly flustered. it's a mess because you're both spluttering words, flushed in the face.

you've definitely compared hand sizes together and semi eita loves it so much that he just does it whenever, smirking at the difference.

gestures of affection occur naturally. it's common for semi eita to greet you with a welcoming hug when he sees you at the start of the day, you'll hold on to his shoulder to get his attention and he'll drape his arm over your shoulder when you're walking somewhere.

it's so natural, that when you and semi eita start dating, you immediately are comfortable with each other's bodies (not even in any suggestive way, you've just traced the lines on his palms so many times.)

semi eita has written songs about you before and only showed them to you when you started dating.

semi eita who makes you so effortlessly happy that you're bursting at the seems with love for him. you'd be happy to know that he feels the same way, wondering what good deed he did in a previous life to have you now.

oikawa tooru, who searches every room he enters, hoping that maybe you're in the same one. when he finds you, he yells your name in a cheery tone before jogging over to you.

oikawa tooru, who inserts himself into any situation that includes you. group project? he's already moving over to your desk before you could even look at your best friend. school trip? he's taking the seat beside you, end of story. pairing up with someone during physical education? oikawa's wandering towards you (even though you're intimidated by the man's athletic abilities.)

oikawa tooru, who seeks for your validation. you come to a few of his volleyball games per his request and feels his ego shoot up by miles when you tell him you're proud of him and that he's amazing.

you learnt how to make paper rings and taught oikawa tooru how to as well, and he gave his first one to you. you took it gratefully and handed him one of your more successful ones and he wore it around for the whole day. he keeps it on his desk now.

oikawa tooru, who could be swarmed by a group of fangirls, but when you walk past the school grounds talking with a bunch of friends, he's calling your name and breaking away so he can talk to you.

everyone can see how smitten oikawa tooru is for you, except you, and it frustrates everyone to no end.

oikawa tooru has been friendzoned 27 times by you, and counting.

"why would oikawa go for someone like me?" you would say to your friends, and it's a genuine question, because someone as dazzling and bold as oikawa tooru did not belong with you.

oikawa tooru, who overhears you and feels his heart drop.

oikawa tooru, who knows what it's like being insecure and uncomfortable in their own skin, comforting you when it matters most. he repeats what he wants people to say most to him, "you're incredible and that will never change, you're loved for a reason y/n and you're enough."

you're a little embarrassed that he caught you at a time of vulnerability, but oikawa tooru waves off your apology and tells you that he's always happy to help. he just hopes you'll stop burdening yourself with bottled up thoughts.

oikawa tooru, who hates losing you in a crowd, so he'll grab onto your shoulders like a conga line.

"i'm pretty, you're pretty, i think we would make a pretty good couple," oikawa tooru once told you. that got him a whack from iwaizumi and a harmless eye roll from you.

oikawa tooru, who shows off photos of you to his nephew and takeru has had enough of his uncle gushing endlessly.

oikawa tooru, when asked 'who's the prettiest person you know', says your name first without hesitation. he then adds on a pathetic "i'm still pretty amazing myself, but it's exhausting carrying these good looks all the time".

oikawa tooru, who squealed in delight when you finally agreed to go on a date with him.

miya osamu, who is one of the most caring people you've ever met.

miya osamu, who brings food just for you, even if he has to put up with atsumu's relentless teasing the night before as he prepares both their lunches. osamu shuts him up by saying 'i'll let ya starve tomorrow if ya don't shut the hell up'.

miya osamu, who carries your books for you if you don't have enough hands and follows you back to your locker if you forgot something for next period.

he faces the brunt of atsumu's teasing most of the time, but miya osamu never cracks, countering his twin's teasing by insulting him back- which most likely ends in fight. however, when you tease miya osamu, his face heats up and he stumbles over his words, but he doesn't really mind because he gets to hear your laughter.

miya osamu, who's competitive but especially when it comes to you AND he's jealous. if he overhears people talking about you, there's a good chance he'll stare them down in the hallways and scare them away- which is really effective with his 'the more intimidating miya' status.

miya osamu, who will give you piggy-back rides willingly. you know the thing where you'd jump at someone who is carrying things in both hands and see how they'd react? miya osamu would drop everything in his hands just to catch you, and he tries to get mad at you but can't because you're too busy sprinting away, giggling and laughing whilst osamu just looks at you hopelessly.

having a crush on miya osamu is easy because he knows how to charm someone and it's working on you.

miya osamu who is quite invested in self maintenance. you have regular discussions about haircare, skincare and even what makeup osamu should use. he's an introverted soul, so don't be surprised that miya osamu has a cleansing night where he spends it by himself, cooking up a new dish in a bathrobe whilst he waits to take off his face mask.

miya osamu, who is your best friend before he is your crush- and you never really know where you stand with him.

miya osamu, who sits in the library with you after school just to kill time. you swear you're going to study but that never really works, not when osamu keeps challenging you to games of 8ball on messages.

miya osamu is realistic and won't let unnecessary bullshit get the better of him, and he's the first person you go to when you need to be smacked down to earth. as you panic about an overdue assignment, he's the first to tell you that 'an overdue assignment by an hour is nothing, besides, you're probably not the first student that broke their laptop and lost everything. ya need to talk to the teacher- and stop panicking!'

miya osamu, who is not above throwing paper at the back of your head during class whenever the teacher is turned around. you've resorted to ignoring him which was a bad idea because he then proceeded to throw stationery.

miya osamu confessed in the way he knew best, through food as he prepared a bunch of your favourite sweets and left a note on top- a love letter if you will, but osamu was repulsed that you called it that, so you opt to just say he left you a note. it was definitely a love letter.

you begin to come over to the miya household on days when miya osamu wants to have his weekly cleanse and he shows you the products he uses.

miya osamu, who let you wear his volleyball uniform once and demanded for you to take it off before he actually let you keep it. maybe after high school he'll give it to you, but certainly not when he still needed it.

miya osamu, who regularly discusses his dreams and ambitions with you.

there was a place for you in miya osamu's future, right by his side as he was yours.

kuroo tetsuro, who declines any feelings he might have for you.

kuroo tetsuro, literal embodiment of 'i'll deny i have a crush on y/n, even though it's so painfully obvious'. kenma is so tired of his shit.

kuroo: what are you talking about? y/n is just a friend kenma: oh great, so that means i can set her up with someone else right? kuroo: ...

kuroo tetsuro, who's stupidly giddy every time he hears about you and his head turns around very quickly whenever he hears your voice. he's quick to give you all of his attention.

kuroo tetsuro, who buys food from the local 7/11 for you- especially when you forgot to have lunch or didn't have time to eat that day.

kuroo tetsuro, who will point out cats on the side of the road and you take a photo of them. it's got to the point where you have a whole album of cat pictures named 'pussy pics'. kuroo features in a few of them sometimes and you joke that he's a cat.

when you're cold, kuroo tetsuro is more than happy to offer you his blazer. he doesn't get cold, it's okay (that's what he tells you).

kuroo tetsuro, who's already thought about his future and what he'd like to do, and he can't imagine you not being in it- despite constantly denying that you're just a friend.

kuroo tetsuro, who tries to ignore the way your face falls when he friendzones you for the nth time.

kuroo tetsuro, who finally acknowledges his feelings for you when he overhears you being asked out by some other guy in his year. he wants to intercept and pull you away, but he can't really do that when he sees you smiling and accepting the date offer.

kuroo tetsuro, whose stomach drops every time he thinks about you going on a date with someone that's not him, and he's so very anxious for the day to come.

kuroo tetsuro, who's bitterly texting you and asking how it was when he opens your snap. kuroo tetsuro, who is over the moon when you tell him that 'it was okay, but i probably won't go on another date with him'.

kuroo tetsuro, who is courageous and daring, but can't seem to confess to you because every time he thinks about it, he chickens out.

you have matching friendship bracelets with kuroo tetsuro, and he wears it everywhere. during school, volleyball practice, when you hangout, even when he sleeps. it's just easier that way and he's not bothered to take it off just to forget to put it back on.

kuroo tetsuro, who loves taking mirror pictures with you and posting them on his stories. you look so cool in them, trust me, it's pinterest worthy. your most-liked photos on your feed are mirror photos with him.

kuroo tetsuro, who watches you play games with kenma, and when you're both too engrossed in the screen, he throws a volleyball at the back of your head to get your attention.

kuroo tetsuro, who could be the best boyfriend ever if either of you just stopped being scared to 'ruin' the friendship.

akaashi keiji, who really enjoys having you around and spending time with you.

akaashi keiji, who expresses love through the little things, like carrying things when you don't have a pocket or bag, remembering what kind of chapstick you use or willingly having your hair bands around his wrist.

akaashi keiji, who passes notes with you during class- surprisingly, because he's such a diligent student.

the love language between you two is basically books. it started when you left your copy of a novel to read for school with akaashi keiji, who offered to annotate it. when you got it back, there was a little 'he's my favourite character, he's so funny' written on the pages with an arrow to a certain name. you start adding on your own little comments to his books.

you leave little notes of encouragement in akaashi keiji's textbooks, and he smiles so widely every time he finds them. he keeps all of them too, not having the heart to throw them away.

akaashi keiji, who can be brutally honest that you let him know that you appreciate it when he is. you come to him for genuine advice and it always makes him feel validated when you listen intently and take in his words.

akaashi keiji, who you've actually had several conversations over fashion with, because even though he doesn't exactly have the best closet, you send him photos of outfits you think would look good on him.

and when he buys the appropriate clothes to build an outfit, you hype him up for it because what the fuck, why does akaashi keiji look so good in a turtle neck.

falling for akaashi keiji was so easy, easier than falling asleep, because he's always there for you and he's got this unassuming charm to him. the second you realised you'd began to slip, you simply just let it happen.

bokuto is a really sad third wheel, even whilst you two are just friends, but akaashi keiji can't help but pay attention to anything that's not you.

akaashi keiji, who goes to sleep at 11:30pm, but he's sure there's no harm staying up for another half hour just to talk to you.

sometimes, akaashi keiji writes poems for you... but he'll never let those see the light of day.

you're tempted sometimes to write a 'you're cute <3' when you annotate his books, but ultimately decide against it and go to draw a little heart instead.

the way your heart skipped many beats when you read 'do you wanna go out with me?' on the pages of your book. you confront him about it and he's so shy... but beams when you tell him that that it's a date.

going on bookdates is a MUST with akaashi keiji.

just wow, dating akaashi keiji would be the best thing to ever happen in life.

suna rintarou, who you actually kinda hate because of how annoying he is.

suna rintarou, who loves provoking you. tripping you over as you're walking out of class, messing up your hair just as you're about to speak to a teacher, smirking at you whilst you're in the middle of presenting something for class- you just hate him to put it simply.

you get back at suna rintarou for every time he messes with you and it's become a continuous back and forth.

he would be attractive with his aloof, uninterested vibe, and it's not like suna's a bad looker, he's just so annoying- but you could see yourself having a crush on suna rintarou. not like he'd want you to though.

suna rintarou's love language is bullying.

suna rintarou, who impresses you with his athletic abilities, but you have to mask your shock every time he hits one of his impressive volleyball spike.

you sometimes like to mock him whilst you're with friends, slouching and digging your hands into your pockets as you rant about the last thing he did to provoke you, unaware that suna rintarou and his perceptive eyes were watching you. he's amused though and walks away with a faint smile.

speaking of perceptive eyes, suna rintarou notices you almost everywhere. not just you but he only ever gives two thoughts about you, complimenting your outfit in his head before glancing away.

suna rintarou, who sees his chance when he notices you talking to osamu (who you share classes with).

he asks about you, trying to sound disinterested but osamu notices his bullshit right away. you're the same, asking about suna rintarou whilst pretending like you don't care. osamu tells atsumu this and the twins decide to take it into their own hands.

you don't know why miya atsumu has decided to talk to you, deciding that it was the cherry on top when suna rintarou approached and sat down next to his friend.

suna rintarou once responded to your story on instagram and you begin talking for hours without realising.

one day as you're walking to school with a cup of coffee in hand, miya atsumu notices and shoves suna rintarou in your direction a little too hard. he accidentally bumps into you and spills your drink.

suna rintarou is apologising profusely, feeling terrible that he did that but you shut him up by saying, "you can apologise by taking me out on a date". he's dumbstruck, but agrees.

suna rintarou begins to panic, because he wants this to be the best date of your life.

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in your shared apartment with shouto todoroki, everything is blissful (as if you’re in some sort of paradise, one you and your lover hand crafted).

especially as he holds you in his arms; delicately, as if you were a porcelain doll. gently, because you’re the love of his life. softly, because even though you’re only dancing to brillas by león larregui, he wants to protect you from any evil figure, from a mere wasp.

“can i tell you a secret, my love?”

you look up at shouto, rest your chin on his chest. it would be a cruel lie if you said you didn’t get lost in his eyes and found heaven in them. “of course,” you sigh with content. “and i promise to not tell a soul.”

he smiles, traces his index finger from your temple to your chin and leans down to kiss you — and when his soft lips land on yours, you taste moonlight and raspberries and his love. it seeps through your mouth and you can’t help but tangle your fingers in his hair, press your chest into his and pour your love into his heart.

“i’m in love with you.”

you laugh, the tip of your nose touching his, lips centimeters apart. “that’s no secret, you tell me every single day.”

the song changes to if i give my heart to you by doris day and the mellomen and shouto’s swaying to the rhythm again. “i can’t help it,” he smiles, leans down to kiss your neck, “you mean everything to me, my love. if i had to burn the world down to keep you safe, i would. in an instant.”

he’s standing straight again and you’re cradling his cheek with your hand, admiring him as the sun sets and illuminates his face in a tangerine glow.

“you mean everything to me, too, shouto.”

he’s smiling again — sweet, love filled. you’ve found out, over the years you’ve been with shouto todoroki, that he’s a secret hopeless romantic. sure, he was a bit awkward at first, but after that? he’s snuggling his nose into your neck as the sun rises, making you breakfast in loose tweed pants, taking you out on dream like vacations.

“let’s go look at the sunset.” he says, holding your hand in his as he gently pulls you out on your balcony. you’re a bit taken aback, having been too caught up in admiring him as if he were a piece of art, a pretty god that hides between the clouds.

a few minutes pass by until shouto says something again. “i bought you this, it reminded me of you.” he says, casually, as he holds up an expensive necklace.

you laugh, eyes glittering. shouto smiles, swears he falls in love even more. he truly does believe you’re his soulmate, the one who he’d tell every single one of his secrets to (not only silly i’m in love with you’s).

“you’re so blunt, shouto. but thank you — i love it, it’s so pretty.” you smile, cool breeze hitting your face. shouto leans down to kiss your nose.

he clasps it around your neck and murmurs another i love you, seals his words with a kiss.

shouto todoroki is giving you his heart for the thousandth time in the form of a pearl necklace, reassuring you that he loves you (and no one else but you) and that he’ll always be by your side — whether that be in your hand crafted paradise or out in the cruel world. you’re his love, his muse, you hold his heart in your hands. really, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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